Black Velvet
Chapter 2 - Your Bestie leads a double Life!
Chapter rating M - Language, themes, situations
*This is my first Dom/Sub Story and I don't want it to be super Cliché. Please Enjoy!
A month later...
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
It's been a month. Most people might believe a month of separation from your spouse is a devastating experience that teaches you a lot about yourself and where you contributed in the down fall of the marriage. I'm not most people. I buried myself in work, wine, and masturbating. Fortunately for me, I prefer masturbation to sex. So I was relaxed every day, but I also became slightly alcoholic from all of the wine. I'm sitting here with my pin between my teeth, biting down, watching the clock tick away. I feel him draining me of the time I won't get back as I sit here listening. I decided that I would give him a chance to speak, since I have refused his calls and contacts for a month. My body tenses when he speaks, pleading to me for help, like he's such a victim. I remember the man who selfishly cheated on me. More than anything, my feelings are hurt that he believes in his own mind that I have emasculated him. How can emasculate a man who can't take charge to save his life. He's a selfish lover, and that is what I think about while he speaks on the phone. The only thing I hear is whining. He continued to whine about what he did, all I hear is, blah blah blah.
Now that she finally accepted his call, Kol wasted time arguing with Bonnie. In her mind, he deceived her in the worst way, and tried to make a fool out of her, by having his mistress in her home, and some lunatic pretending to be her boyfriend. She felt like he was playing a sick joke with her. Her wrath was unforgiving. She didn't tolerate cheating.
"Bonnie, Love. I you can't just keep shutting me out."
But she was more than capable of shutting him out. She was the queen of cold, if she wanted to be. Somehow, Kol was the only person who managed to get patience from her. Something about their relationship made her feel incredibly guilty. Maybe it was because she couldn't give him a child. She looked at her life and thought about how disappointing it must be for a man not to bear a seed, not to be able to extend his name. She lied to him about still trying, when she secretly got on birth control two years ago. Her guilt weighed her conscience and her heart, and because of this, Kol infiltrated her heart, and her heart was her weakness.
"I'm capable of doing whatever I damn well please Kol. In case you forgot, you have been having an affair behind my back. What in your right mind gives you the right to believe I should consider working on things with you?"
"Because, Bonnie, I think we both should take ownership for what has caused the down fall of this marriage. It wasn't all entirely me. You've contributed to existing issues, and there is more underlined here than just me fucking some chick."
"Ha. I'm sorry did I put a gun to your head and tell you to fuck the intern?" Bonnie stood up and looked at some paper work her assistant brought in as she spoke to Kol and gave him a half-hearted version of herself as she drowned herself in her work. Flickering through papers, she tried paying attention to him and his whining.
"No, but you walk around like its only you in our relationship. You take liberties of being both the man and the woman sometimes. It's humiliating. So, I have scheduled a session with Doctor Archibald. Please. Take a couple of sessions with your husband to see if our marriage is worth working on." She puts the pile of paperwork down, then she shuffles it together, putting a paper clip around the bundle, and a yellow sticky note to come back to it.
"Answer me this, if I'm such a bitch, why do you want to work on our marriage? Huh? Why not just make it work with the little whore who gives you the power you desire?"
"Because. I can't let you go." He said forcing a cry. "I won't." Kol was serious, but Bonnie's mind drifted from his words fading from her brain, to her paper work in her hands. Literature which needed her signatures and reviews. He shouted, "Bonnie please!"
Bonnie just stared at the phone. She was angry and irritated at the entire situation. But she gave him a cold tone when she said, "I have to go, Kol. Send me the details about the session."
He couldn't believe she agreed. He smiled wiping his feaux tears. His selfish forms of guilting her into feeling for him.
"Okay. I will. I love you." He said before they both hung up. She didn't repeat the phrase.
After Bonnie hung up the phone, she sat in her office and replayed the events of the month before in her head. After her encounter outside with Damon, the man who she felt a freakish connection with, she trickled quietly back into her house and confronted the two, which wasn't hard, when she overheard them talking about their indecencies indiscreetly.
(Flashback)
"You want me to sit here and keep pretending we are not together, when we are Kol. It isn't fair, and this asshole, pretending to be my boyfriend, doesn't even look at me, how are we supposed to be believable?"
"Love, just another hour or so. Please?" He said trying to keep April calm. She trickled in quietly overhearing them.
"Get out." She spoke calmly, and from the deepest part of her gut. Her emotions were drained and her heart turned cold.
"Baby?" He called out with hesitance.
"Don't you dare baby me. You think I'm so stupid, don't you?"
She looked at the tramp sitting across from her husband. She stared at the girl putting the fear of God into her. Her glare was so full of anger, it could have set the place on fire. She didn't break eye, contact, but April did. Her fear went from zero to a hundred, and deep down Bonnie reveled in the dominating affect she had on people. Bonnie waited for about ten seconds of staring at the girl, then she started to take her earrings off, and pin her hair up. Just as she did this, Damon walked back in.
"Baby love… please be rational. This isn't you." Kol pleaded with her.
"What? Which part, the being a fool? Or being cheated on?" She said as she leapt for him. Damon caught her midair, surprising her and deepening her anger. He gripped her tiny body in his arms, and he realized right away, that she was strong for a small woman. He held her against his body, and took in her smell. Her feel. He held her with all of his might. Just held her small fighting body as she tried to destroy her husband. "Let me go!" She screamed then tossed a wine glass in April and Kol's direction. Mainly Kol, but he ducked.
Damon tried reasoning with her, while he gripped her even tighter in his arms.
"No. Come on. You don't want to do this. They are not worth it. You didn't deserve this." He says with his mouth near her ear.
"Mate, who's side are you on?" Kol grew more frustrated.
"I'm not on anyone's side, Kol. But I do agree that this was an ambush, and she didn't deserve it." He was still holding on to the small woman's body until she finally jerked out of his hold. No one noticed when she walked away, because Kol ran to check on a fearful April, and Damon was waiting for Kol to man up and go after his wife.
"What are you doing?"
"April is scared for her life, man. Bonnie threw that wine glass directly at her."
"No she threw it at you, and you ducked. Which, you should have just taken it like a man, instead of ducking knowing April was behind you." He then looked at the young, and naive blue eyed girl, "Are you okay sweetie?"
"No. No! She's psychotic. No wonder he's fucking me, I'm not crazy!" She hysterically shouted loudly. "I just want to get out of here. Someone take me home."
Damon and Kol looked at each other. "Do you really have to ask, which one of us should take her home, and which one of us should check on his wife?"
"Please, mate. If I check on her, she is bound to take my fucking head off. Please. I know I have asked too much already, but honestly, I can't let that girl go home in the state she is in. I need to calm her down so she doesn't press charges against my wife. Okay."
Damon gritted his teeth. "Fine." He was annoyed at the way Kol carelessly handled everything, because it made him look like a bad person. Now he was set to deal with the wrath of a woman, who probably not only despised him, but was in a volatile state-of-mind.
Kol, was gone within minutes with April, when Damon crept around the house looking for the woman in question. Calling out to her, with the words, "Hello," and "Miss, are you okay?" He walked to her master bedroom, the decor was immaculate. This woman, had a dark side to her, and he noticed it, already aware that Kol was the wrong man for her. He found that she went to her bathroom, which was elegantly decorated to her extraordinarily dark taste and liking. The more he noticed about this woman, the more he was falling for her depths. Her style was exquisite. Her color design and selections were choice. In her mind lied the epitome of his deepest desires. Her bathroom, was surprisingly dark. It was deep purple and black. Her vanity was large. And she looked like a spoiled woman. But he remembers Kol saying she designed their home, so maybe she just had lavish tastes. He ventured deeper into the bedroom, and she was in a closet. A man's closet, with two large bottles of red wine.
"Hey, excuse me?"
She ignored him.
"Listen, I know you don't know me, or owe me a-"
"Got damned thing! You are right. I don't." She said with pain in her watery eyes. He stood there a minute. He wasn't sure why. She was a tornado right now, and he was asking to get blown over if he didn't leave. He looked at her, and angry or not, she was still gorgeous, he would take her any way he could get her.
"I don't think it is good for you to be alone, right now."
"And who are you, Mahatma-fucking Gandhi, Mother-fucking Teresa? What can you possibly do to keep me from exploding right now, if that is what I want to do?"
"You soiled the names of two extraordinary people. Apologize."
"The fuck?"
He makes a nasty face to her. "Your language, is unladylike. It's disgusting. Apologize."
"Oops, I'm sorry my improper language and my anger didn't suit your sexist agenda. You know, coming in here pretending to be someone you're not so a married man can frivolously cheat on his wife? You have nerve, speaking to me about disgusting behaviors, asshole. If I want to curse, or be angry, in my fucking house" she took a large guzzle of wine straight from the bottle, "then that's what I'll fucking do. What can you possibly say about it?"
"I can't say anything. I just hope a strong woman like you, doesn't let two weak-minded people like the two of them break you." He stood in the door way of the closet, assuming it was Kol's because she was taking his clothes out and throwing them on the floor. Using one of the bottles of wine to pour red wine all over them.
"And you? Why the fuck do you care what I do, asshole? Who are you? You piece of shit excuse of a man."
He walked up to her, appalled at her foul mouth. Stopping mere inches from her face, he grabbed her by her arms. "Stop talking like that." He said through gritted teeth.
He looked at her and watched her hold back her tears like a trooper. She didn't cry and she didn't even allow her face to be changed. She was beautiful, but he saw the anger in her eyes, and he was aware that in these moments she was fire right now, and he was fuel. Her lips tried to hold back trembles as his tried to keep from attacking hers. Her body was so close to his, he imagined picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Throwing her against Kol's clothes just so he could soil Kol's clothes with his would be children while making her scream his name. He wanted badly to plow himself into her and claim her for his own. He wanted to do things to her that went against everything he stood for. She was another man's wife, and he wasn't even supposed to be there. But he was, and he kept staring at her like she belonged to him, and didn't know it yet.
She ignored his last statements. Then backed away from him, and his intense gaze. "Let me guess, my husband left with her."
"He did, but he said he wanted to ensure she didn't press charges."
"Rich. Somehow, in all of this I am the bad guy. I've never shown a violent side in this marriage. Well, you can tell him he can have his lawyer brother draw up the papers. He doesn't have to get his Judge daddy involved, because we have a pre-nup. It should all be settled without problems. I don't want anything of his, or his family's." She continued pulling his clothes down and throwing them on the floor.
Damon just stood there, happy it wasn't his clothes. Because as she pulled them down, she stained them with red wine, destroying those expensive clothes as if money was no object.
"I don't think he wants a divorce."
"Tough shit. I've given him too many years of my life. I'm ready to let him go." She still wasn't looking down at his clothes. She rubbed her forearm across her face, just under her nose collecting sweat. She was trying to conceal the fact that her sensitive nose turns red before she cries. She pulls her dress off to reveal a very fitted black lace one-piece slip, that barely covered the cups of her perfectly plump backside. She didn't care that he was there. She just pulled her dress off and kept destroying Kol's clothes.
Damon's mouth dropped and then he immediately closed it. He almost couldn't stop looking at her. Not much of her skin was revealed, but what had shown, in such a classy, fitted, pinup type of way, did something to him...
The form of her figure was flawless, the arch in her back, the curve of her hips, the small bumps on her chest, the cinnamon tone of her skin. He'd be lying if he said his dick didn't jump at the sight of her. He grabbed and re-adjusted himself. She kept her head lowered but lifted her eyes and gave him an insinuative look. "Well... When you see me, do I look like the woman who just, doesn't try? Do I look like the woman who gave up, and didn't work at it?"
"I don't know. I've never been married before." She had enough red wine in her system to walk up on him and push him against the wall. Her small body stepped on top of piles of clothes and grabbed him by his collar. She walked him over to the wall and pushed him against it. Then she pushed her small body against his. "Do you think I've let myself go?"
"I didn't know you before. But you certainly don't look like a woman who's let herself... Go." He said swallowing hard. She bit her lip and watched him, as she intimidated him. He looked at her lip as she sucked it. He squeezed his eye closed pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index finger.
God damn how is she dominating me right now? I can't let this woman do this.
Bonnie puts his hands on her small breast and makes him cup them, then she places her hands on his and helps him to massage them "Do you find me attractive? Am I making you nervous? Or disgusted?"
"I can't respectfully answer that." He was trying to keep his erection from touching her so he pulled her hips away from his crotch. She backed up, and immediately felt rejected. Her face became hurt. "Please don't give me that look, it's not what you think."
"Stop. Don't- don't fucking do that. I'm okay."
He grabbed her by her arms and held her next to him, again "Stop talking like that." She looked at him while he manhandled her. The look she gave him was indescribable he needed to punish her. She was testing him. She was being testy, and she needed to be punished for it.
When his hands gripped her arms, her small fingers pulled at his elbows. She needed to be touched by a real man. She needed to feel something, that forced her to believe she was real. She wanted to feel him. "Spank me." She whispered. His eyes grew wide and he was about to throw her on his lap and destroy her. He loved a giving a good spanking. His thoughts went from her taut lingerie, to her flawless skin, to her red wine breath against his, while her lips begged to be kissed. But she was married and she was drunk. He couldn't take advantage of her.
He let her go, reluctantly, again. Regretting every inch of space he had to put between them. "I should probably go, if you think you will be okay."
She quickly pulled herself together and backed away from him.
"Of course I'll be okay. I don't know you. But know one thing about me. I'm not a weak woman. When my husband cheats, we get a divorce. I don't need to draw out the feelings. I have a career, and a life that will go on. With or without him. If you stayed thinking I was going to kill myself, or cry my eyes out, you were mistaken. You can definitely find your way out of my house now." She walked away with a vengeance, and he knew he'd regret it later, not ripping her lingerie off and fucking her right there. God knows her husband was at another woman's house, fucking her into silence so she wouldn't press charges.
He stared at her for a good few minutes battling himself as she continued to pull Kol's things down. When he left, it was when he heard her phone ring.
"Hey, Kat. Ugh. No, my day could be better. Please come over, and bring a bottle. We need to talk."
He realized she was not like any other woman he had ever met. Most women would wallow in their sorrow by now. But she was ready to push everything out of her mind and then back to business as usual. He left quietly, and she didn't even notice. With all of the red wine in her system she probably wouldn't remember the whole closet incident, he thought. With his bad luck.
(End Flash back)
She was in her office imagining that her life would have been in a different place by now. She imagined her and Kol would have had two children at least. The strain on their relationship, and attempting to conceive, was what she needed a break from. Bonnie was exhausted of having tried to conceive, yet raising her husband for his childish ways.
A knock at the door and Katherine walked in before Bonnie could speak. Without so much as an invite, she strolls in nonchalantly.
"Hey Bonbon. Tell me you aren't thinking about that pathetic excuse of a husband." She asked with utter, disdain and extreme disregard for the fact that Bonnie was still a married woman.
"He is my husband. But, No. I'm not thinking about him. I am thinking about the review we should be posting on the new restaurant in the town square. The Italian place."
"Yeah, that place. Well, I still haven't eaten there, so… maybe we should go eat there for lunch."
"Kat, you were supposed to have eaten there already. They are expecting to read a review by tomorrow."
"I guess we better go and get some lunch then huh? You need a glass of wine anyways." She smiled and winked.
Bonnie rolled her eyes and sighed. Katherine, or Kat was Bonnie's best friend. They had done everything together, until Bonnie got married. But they've managed to have explosive college years together and even run a business together. Kat keeps Bonnie grounded. She is her calm in the storm. She is her ear when she needs understanding, and she was her swift kick in the ass when Bonnie needed to suck it up and grow a pair. Her and Bonnie were a lot alike. They were young, successful, independent, strong minded, dominant women, with foul mouths. That may have been their biggest flaws. They spoke like two women at a poker table. "We can't drink during work hours. What will I do with you?"
"Be stuck with me forever. I am the spice to your life. By the way, we are going out Friday, so don't make plans."
"I'm not going anywhere, I have acupuncture and then I am relaxing at home with some wine."
"Except that is exactly what isn't happening. You do that every Friday night. I'll be by to pick you up and I am not taking no for an answer."
Bonnie and Katherine manage a company that reviews businesses for the public. Their reviews were well respected by the community. Bonnie went to school for culinary arts, and business, and Katherine went to school for merchandising and business. While in college they decided to start a small review blog for college students. The review was to allow college kids to know where it was and wasn't worth spending their money. Since college students could barely afford to do much. Eventually, their review blog became popular not only for the college, but widely recognized by the city. They were then given the opportunity to expand and write reviews for the public. Their business has grown, and made them very successful. They weren't millionaires but they were two young, well-off, self-made independent, and strong-minded business women. They each had personal assistants, and neither liked to be told what to do. Which is why they worked for themselves and they each had their own team of employees. A team for reviewing and a team for publishing.
..DS..
Damon Salvatore was a man of many trades. Mainly, he was a business investor by day, and a consultant by night. You could say he consulted in relationships, however the relationships he worked with were not ordinary and far from typical. He and Elijah, were avid members of a somewhat concealed community of people, who partook in a particular culture or relationships. They weren't necessarily a hidden group of people, but they lived discreet lifestyles by choice. Damon was on his way to meet with Elijah, who was on his way to meet with his submissive better half Kitty Kat. Or Kitty for short.
Elijah and Kitty partook in one date night a week, at the progression of their relationship. After six months of dominating this woman and training her, Elijah has begun taking her out in social situations, under the conditions that she is still his submissive in public.
Damon was taking his own date, and she was a woman he recently started dominating two months ago, Andie. This was their very first date night, which was too soon in his book, but he was reluctant to take her, so that Elijah and Kitty didn't think he was available for setup with Kitty's friend. Even though Andie is a beautiful and smart woman, he is growing tired of the easy ones. It was making his life feel a lack of desire. Maybe he was getting too old for this. Maybe it was time for him to slow down, and pick one woman, and make a life with her.
He wasn't ready to give up control at all. He just desired a woman worth controlling. He hasn't had one since he first started Doming. But this girl, Andie, she was sweet and she was trying to work her way into Damon's life, on a permanent basis. He hadn't given her permanent status, or a permanent nickname, he called her sugar, and she called him Mister. A generic title for a generic girl. Kitty Kat used to be a Slave, but she earned her name pretty quickly, as her and Elijah became an exclusive pair after a month. Meaning, Elijah released all of his other slaves or subs. She became his Kitty Kat and he became her Keeper Elijah.
"Elijah, I'm in the car with my toy, waiting on you and Katherine."
"Yes, but Kitty Kat is going to meet us there with her friend. Who, by the way, I am not attempting to introduce you to, she doesn't participate in the lifestyle, but I plan to introduce her to this lifestyle teach her all that I know. So if that is why you brought Andie, then you're a fool."
"Would have been pertinent information beforehand. Either way, we are in the car, are you riding with us, or am I following you?"
"I'll drive, follow me. Kitty Kat is riding with her friend, so I can bring her home afterwards."
"Okay. Sounds good." Damon hung up his phone. And turned up the aftermarket lights in his Audi. All black everything. He played classical music often, to mentally weaken his subs. He chose the tactic because typically they were intimidated by the grimacing sounds of the song choices. It made him all the more darker."
Damon waited and followed Elijah to the secret location they liked to hang out at once a month. It was a common place for Doms and Subs to meet up, or just hang out. He was ready to enjoy his night and relax. Hopefully Andie didn't get to clingy tonight. He wasn't in the mood.
..Friday Night..
"Bonbon. Does this look slutty?" Kat asked as she turned in her teeny tiny red dress. Her long brown hair was draped down her back and her lips were the same shade of bright, maraschino cherry red as her dress. She had on red heels and a red thong under her dress.
"Yes, what the hell are you thinking leaving like that? Aren't you dating Elijah?"
"Yes, he requested this outfit. It turns him on."
"Wow. You guys are into some serious kink."
"Well, I wasn't married for seven years to the same boring man. So I still do exciting things like this." She said as a matter-of-fact.
Bonnie rolled her eyes and countered, "Bitch."
"You know it. So please tell me you aren't thinking about your idiot husband? That mindless man child." She continued checking herself out, as she got ready to leave.
"Aren't you dating his brother, whom I introduced you to not so long ago?"
"Yes, but Elijah and I have a different type of relationship all together. He barely tolerates his little brother. Kol has a lot of growing up to do, to stop living on the fortune of his family."
"That isn't entirely fair, Kol is an accountant. Sure, he's not a lawyer like his brother, or judge like his father, or even whatever it is that Elijah does, but he makes his own money."
"Yeah, and still lives off of his trust fund, Bonbon. Face it, you dodged a bullet. Kol decides to stick between jobs knowing he is taken care of. Not only by his family, but you. Be happy you are divorcing him. Whenever you are ready, I have a great guy to introduce you to."
"No thanks, not interested, and not ready. Besides, I agreed today on going to a couple of counseling sessions with him."
"Bonnie, what? The? Hell?"
"Listen, I have made no commitment promises, okay. Just the idea that I will hear him out and he will hear me out."
"That is how they suck you back in." Kat yelled.
"Kat, we are going out tonight, that is all that matters. I don't have to deal with my marriage until the next time I see Kol. Okay?"
"Fine. But make me a promise."
"What?"
"If you meet someone tonight worth dumping your husband over, then forgo counseling."
"That's highly unlikely. But okay, whatever you say." Bonnie rolled her eyes and wanted to ignore Kat after that. Bonnie loved Kat, but everything about being married goes over Kats head.
"Oh and, Bonbon, we are changing that outfit." She said looking at Bonnie like she must've been joking to pick it out.
"Why, what is wrong with it?"
"It just looks like you haven't been out dancing in a decade. So yeah. Let me get you right, boo. We can't be seen in public like this." Kat said sculpting Bonnie's silhouette in the air with her hands.
"Fine. You are such a bitch sometimes."
"You know what they say, Pretty Bitches of a feather flock together." She said making Bonnie laugh.
15 minutes later.
"Hell no."
"Hell yes."
"I'm not going anywhere like this."
"Oh hell yes you are. We are already running late, and if I am late, I will be punished. So let's go."
"Punished?"
"It's a long story. I will explain it to you on the way there."
"What is there to explain?"
"Well, Bonbon, let's just say there are a couple things you don't quite know about your best friend. But you are about to find out tonight. And I need your word that you won't judge me."
"Of course I will judge you. What are best friends for, but to be brutally honest? I'm going to judge the shit out of you."
"I agree, but let's save our brutal honesty until Monday okay. We will be brutally honest with each other, come Monday. I promise."
"Deal?"
"Deal."
Bonnie drove Kat to some undisclosed location outside of the city. It was in the middle of nowhere and she was worried about being this far away from home being dressed the way she was dressed. She had just got through hearing a small explanation of what she was about to preview.
"So, don't be surprised at what you see." Kat said, wrapping up her synopsis of the type of people they were about to engage in.
"Okay, let me get this straight. I am about to see people with fetishes and bondage issues?"
"Issues? No! No, that is not it at all. I mean, yes, you will see that. But there is an extreme side of everything. It's not a huge deal. We aren't all that way. Also, don't judge this lifestyle, Bon. Most of us are living a freeing lifestyle, which most people wish they had the balls to live or experience at least once."
"We?"
"Yes, Elijah and myself are casual. For example, we have a dom/sub relationship. Which means our situation is more than sexual. Our lifestyle is 100% dom/sub. You may see some very extreme people tonight. You may even see some that only participate in the Friday through Sunday kink shit. And some who only participate in fetish, just embrace it, don't make rude remarks."
"This is confusing. So what are you?"
"I am a submissive girlfriend."
"No, way. You are such a dominating, type A bitch. Like me. How the hell can you stoop so low as to submit to someone?" Bonnie asked her angrily.
"It's not stooping low, Bon! I believed the same way you did six months ago. Until Elijah introduced me to it. Now, although in my life I am controlling bitch, when it comes to Elijah, I give in. I submit, and in doing it, it becomes gratifying for me. I love it."
Bonnie looked at Kat and rolled her eyes. "I surely hope he is doesn't beat you and you are just afraid to tell me, because I'll kick his ass."
"Haha. Bonbon. Shut up. That is not it at all. I mean, he beats me, but only in the sexual sense." She winked at her friend and licked her lips insinuatively.
"Oh God, who are you? I don't even know you anymore." Bonnie's confusion and worry are now one in the same. What is happening right now? And why does she feel as if this experience is about to be a rude awakening.
"Stop, drama queen. Just relax. It is not as bad as it seems. Be open to meeting people. Just because you meet them doesn't mean they suddenly control you. They are regular people. These relationships only come from consent. So, like I said, be open minded and let's have fun okay?"
Bonnie shook her head. "What the hell did I get myself into?"
"Okay, pull in here and drive towards that parking garage." Kat said pointing to in underground parking structure.
"Kat, where the hell are we? I feel like I just drove a long deserted road to nowhere?"
"You'll see." They headed to garage level parking, and this place was really big, but really secluded. After they got out of the car, Kat touched up Bonnie's makeup and outfit. She adjusted her like she was about to be a new toy to show off.
"I don't need any more lipstick, Kat." She smacked her hand away from her face.
"Bon, shush and let me do this. I finally get to corrupt you, shut the fuck up and let me." She told her friend as she applied her final make up touches.
"You are incorrigible to your core Kat." Bonnie spoke through pursed lips as Kat finished.
"God, my best friend is gorgeous. I swear, I'm so happy that little asshole is out of the picture. I want you to meet one of Elijah's best friends, but for whatever reason, he wants you to meet one of his associates."
"What is his associates name?"
"Lorenzo. But we call him Enzo for short. He's not like anyone you are used to. He isn't the first to come in mind. I wanted to introduce you to Damon, but he's seeing someone, right now."
That name rang a bell, but she couldn't place it.
"I don't want to meet anyone tonight." She stated calmly.
"Relax Bon. I have made no promises. I just told a couple of the people here I was bringing my gorgeous best friend. If anything people just want to meet you."
Bonnie had on a thin-strapped, fitted, deep purple dress with her full back out, and thin straps for sleeves. Her hair was medium length just below her shoulders. She used to wear long, fake hair because Kol liked it. She wasn't a fan of it. Tonight she wore her natural, brown hair, that fell just below her shoulders. in a long bob with her bangs favored to the right, light brown natural highlights trickled throughout her hair. Bonnie always wore four or five inch heels, because she was very short. The heels usually gave her more height, although she remained shorter than the even the average man with her heels on. They definitely showed off her sculpted legs.
When they walked up to the exclusive entrance, Bonnie was Kat's plus one. They entered the club and Bonnie felt more than plenty of eyes on her already.
"Kat, why do I feel like a piece of meat?"
"Because, you are, my little tenderoni. You are the fresh meat."
"What the hell did you bring me to?" She asked looking around seeing some strange things. People on leashes, people with collars, and some with handcuffs. But, most of the people looked absolutely ordinary, in business suits and slinky dresses, with the exception of some extreme eroticism in some of the clothing attire.
"Relax, I just brought you in on good measure. These people don't want to be judged. So act like this is normal, okay."
"I got it. I'm good."
"Damnit, you're wearing that wedding ring? Take that got damned thing off. I'm serious. Put it in your purse or something." She snaps giving her friend attitude.
"Calm down Kat. Geez! I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about me."
"Then take it off!"
"Shut up." They snapped at each other like sisters.
"Where is my Keeper?" Kat looks around furiously for Elijah before she is considered late.
"Keeper?"
"Oh yeah, you will barely every hear me call him Elijah. I will call him Keeper, or Keeper Elijah. He will call me Kitty Kat or Kitten. This is per our rules. So don't get weird about it. Okay?"
"Okay, Kat." Bonnie walked in and once Kat spotted Elijah, she was witness to a whole different side of her friend.
"There's my Keeper. I've missed you baby."
"Did I say you could speak?" He said with a serious face and tone.
She shook her head no and he looked at her menacingly. Bonnie whispered to herself. "What the fuck?" Surely under her breath, Elijah was a different man than she had ever seen when she spent time with him and Kol.
"Now, my naughty little Kitty Kat, you broke a rule, so…you know what that means right? Down on your knees."
Bonnie's face took a surprising look and she got big eyes and some attitude in her face, as she thought, 'oh hell no.' But she saw her best friend drop to her knees as she was told. 'No this bitch did not.'
"That's my girl, now little Kitty Kat, did you miss me?"
She nodded her head.
"You may speak when I ask you a question. Did you miss me?"
"Yes. I missed you my Keeper."
"Stand up now. Kiss your Keeper like you missed him."
Then what Bonnie saw next was the most overtly sexualized kiss, in a public place she had ever seen. Elijah's hands went where ever he wanted to touch. Including a slight slip under her small dress. Bonnie saw Elijah's hands cup a cheek with intensity. Kat's hands only remained around his neck the entire time while he ravages her body like a mad man, in a somewhat respectful manner, but greedy albeit. At this moment Bonnie realized how big Elijah's hands were next to Kats body. He literally handled her like she was a doll, his doll. His hands became greedy for her body and in these moments, he was like a beast and she was like the beauty. Bonnie had never seen the couple behave so bizarrely.
After several uncomfortable minutes, Bonnie was somewhat spoken to by Elijah. "Come, come, ladies, we are sitting in the private area up on the second level." He walked up leading Bonnie and Kat, both by the hand, which felt weird to Bonnie. When she looked at Kat, all Kat did was smile. Elijah hadn't said any real words to Bonnie yet. It seemed he wanted to get her to a quieter area. She was nervous about her husband's brother seeing her like this, in such a place. Once they came up on their group of friends Bonnie was noticed by Damon before he was noticed by her. Shouldn't wouldn't notice him initially, but his attention was stolen by her the rest of the night.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
Tonight was proving to be mundane as hell. I shouldn't have brought Andie. She's a great girl, but I don't think she is great for me. The only thing I can think of to make this night better is for me to find a secondary submissive or maybe a kinky one-night stand. Or, I can take myself home, have few drinks listening to classical music and imagine my life is drastically different while I stroke myself to the thunder of the piano... Beethoven is a good choice. I looked around at the kinks and the fetishes. This is me, I'll never change. I sip this whiskey and when I think my eyes deceive me, I blink a couple of times. Headed up the stair case to the VIP section we are sitting in is Elijah, Kat, and could it be, her friend is the woman that has kept my mind plagued for the past month? The woman who tried to drunkenly seduce me and I stupidly refused her? So it is her. Bonnie Mikaelson. She will probably pretend she doesn't remember me. She must be embarrassed after that night. Damn, her legs look strong. I imagine under my grip I could get some fight out of her, or a bit of struggle. I love a good struggle. Makes the take down that much more rewarding. She's is perfect. I'm not sure I could let her leave the house like that, not if she were mine. This is a different woman, then the woman I met that night. Her dress is a bit small and revealing, but she doesn't belong to me, so it works in my favor because she gives me something to touch myself to tonight, whist I blast Beethoven in my den. Again, she has an elegance about her, a sophistication. This time around she is wearing her real hair, and it makes a huge difference in a good way. I stare at her while she doesn't notice me and the second I see the back of her dress I had to adjust my seat. My cock remembers her body too well what are the odds I take her home tonight and have my way with her? I'm just going to sit here and see if she remembers me. Wait? Why is she here?
Bonnie was too afraid to look around, out of fear people would think she was judging them. So she just kept her eyes forward and on Kat or Elijah.
Elijah was a handsome man in a worldly sense. He was debonair, chiseled, well spoken, dark hair, and he had en English accent, like her husband, but Elijah had a more polished way of speaking than Kol. Elijah was a well taken care of man. Although his body was medium build, he was solid and strong, and he always wore suits. You would never see him in jeans or t-shirts, in a public place. He always made sure his cuffs and collars were adjusted, and he spoke clearly and concisely. Most of the time he looked directly at you when speaking to you.
Elijah proceeded to speak to Bonnie, now that it was easier to hear him. He was a sophisticated man, who hated shouting.
"There. I hate shouting. Sorry for the late greeting. Hello, Mrs. Mikaelson. You are looking lovely as always."
"Ahh, reminding me that I am married to your brother, clever." She said between her teeth, trying to forget about Kol for one night.
"Oh, not at all, love. It's just a proper way to greet you. If I didn't know you, that is what I'd call you."
"But you know me." She said with an attitude. "Furthermore, I'm my own woman tonight, I know he's your brother, but I don't want to be reminded of my terrible marriage tonight."
"Kol is a child. He couldn't handle you, that was always obvious."
"That isn't entirely true. Kol and I, had an understanding." She naturally always stood up for him, especially when it came to his family.
Damon sat up trying to hear what they were talking about.
"What was clear, Mrs. Mikaelson-"
"Please quit calling me that. I have a name."
"I'm sorry, Bonnie. I know you aren't familiar with the atmosphere, darling, so I apologize. The understanding that we all had of Kol, was that he likes being taken care of. You did everything. Balanced the budget, designed the house, paid the bills, played the part of both house wife, and working wife. Hell, to my understanding you were in charge in EVERY way." He insinuated heavily on the word every.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you also controlled the orgasms, and the sex. Did you not?"
"Elijah, that is frankly none of your got damned business." She spoke loudly, trying to contain herself. Damon smirked at the information, because it wasn't at all surprising.
"Listen, I am not here to judge you. Simply offer you an opportunity to take part in a world that would appreciate the type of… dominant woman you are."
"Listen, I am not sure what kind of sick and twisted game this is, but I am out of here." Bonnie turned to leave and Katherine asked permission to chase her.
"May I Keeper? Please, she is my best friend."
"Go ahead and get her Kitty."
Damon's attention was grabbed as he stood up and pulled Elijah to the side.
"Whoa, whoa. You invited your brother's wife here? What kind of crazy are you?"
"Damon, look at her. She is a natural dominant. My brother, is an idiot. He wasted seven years of beautiful domination. I thought, simply by bringing her here, she could flourish." Elijah spoke with no shame. The fact that he brought his brother's wife to experience the life he was a part of, was an absolutely normal thing to attempt in his mind, when he saw a natural dominant person, he nearly always equated it to sex.
"You are wrong."
"What, how so? I'm pretty good at calling these things."
"She isn't a Dom."
"What? She most certainly is."
"No. She isn't. She's a sub. I mean, maybe she is a switcher if anything, but if I had to pick one, she's a sub."
"My friend, I have known this woman for nearly a decade, she is a control freak."
"Okay. Then you know some control freaks are aching to be controlled." He said with a suggestive disagreeing tone. "We'll see." Damon sat back down, while Andie was standing behind him. Holding his drink.
"And if she's a sub, if she's truly a sub, I wonder if Kol is man enough to take her and dominate her."
"He's not. Trust me." Damon sipped his bourbon, and watched her from afar.
Kat caught up to Bonnie. "Bonbon. Stop!"
"Oh what you got permission from your Master to come talk me into staying?"
"Don't do it bitch, remember… no judgement."
"Yeah, until Monday, and I have an earful for you?" She said angrily.
"Oh, yeah, me too. But until then, stop being a bitch and take part in my world. This is who I am, Bonbon. I told you I was trusting you with my secret. Don't desert me. Bonnie."
"Kat, this isn't something I'm interested in. Sure fun for a day, or a kinky weekend, but it's not me."
"Bonnie, it's been one night, just enjoy it with me." They stood in the middle of the crowded place, and Bonnie took in all of the people, and observed the world she had never seen before. Her beautiful body on display from her neck, to her shoulders, to her back and legs. She was exposed in a way she wasn't used to. But a part of her felt empowered and sexy. She hasn't felt sexy in a while.
Bonnie shook her head and grunted. "Fine, but tell your boyfriend to stop judging me."
"Honestly Bon, it was his idea to invite you here. Elijah wants to take you under his wing, and make you a Dom."
"Say what?"
"A dominant."
"He thinks this is what I want to do? It's like you and your boyfriend discuss my sex life, or something."
"Not exactly, only sometimes. And this life, it's not just about the sex. It's much more than that. It's an entire way of living, for Elijah and me. I really wanted to take you under my wing and make you a sub. There is so much freedom to this feeling, you wouldn't believe it if I told you."
"No, you are right, I wouldn't believe it. You don't look free. You look like a slave to me."
"Would I lie to you?" Katherine said giving the only explanation as to why she does it.
"I suppose not."
"Now the guy I wanted to introduce you to, he's up there with his little slave, weakling. I hate her. His name is Damon. But Elijah wants to introduce you to someone, who is new to this, just like you, but he is totally willing to be a submissive for you."
"Stop."
"No really. His name is Enzo, and he's hot as hell." Katherine pulled her best friend by her arm and back up the stairs. When she got up there she was greeted by a familiar face in Elijah, and also the man sitting down with all black on and a gaze so intense he burned her like the first time she saw him.
"So, Bonnie, do you think you could handle it? Come into my world and let me teach you a thing or two…" she had a hard time focusing on Elijah when she spotted the blue eyed devil.
Bonnie looked at him, and bit her lip nervously. Then someone called to Elijah? As he excused himself, someone caught her eye. She was staring at him, the man who helped her husband deceive her. Damon Salvatore. She approached him unafraid and unintimidated. He kept his eye on her as she approached.
"Wait a minute. You... why are you here?" She asked him angrily remembering who he was. She may have been worked up at the sight, but he was enjoying his view.
"Hello again." He said smirking.
"Did you hear me? I asked why are you here?"
"Sugar?" He called to Andie.
"Yes, Mister?"
"Take a walk, don't come back for thirty minutes." He said to Andie but looking at Bonnie.
"Yes, Mister." Andie left quickly.
Bonnie rolled her eyes at him, "Of course this is what you do, I am not surprised in the least. You are disgust-"
"Bon!" Kat yelled interrupting her.
Bonnie looked at Kat then back at Damon. "I'm sorry, I need to go to the restroom, where is it?"
"I'll walk you." Kat said.
"No. No sweetie I'm fine. Just point me in that direction." Kat showed her and Bonnie went to the bathroom to freshen up. She looked at herself and splashed water on her face.
"What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck am I here?" She looked in the mirror long and hard and remembered the night a month ago when her life changed. No, she never wallowed in her pity. Nor did she dwell on her separation. But what she did, was bury herself in work and sat alone every night reading reviews and writing them, she decided to shut her conscience the fuck up, and walk back out like an unafraid woman. "Pick yourself up, Bonnie Bennett, nix the Mikaelson name. Walk your ass out there and be open to meeting people. No commitments necessary. Just some innocent fun and open-mindedness. Shut up conscience. Shut the fuck up!" She said to herself.
oOo Bonnie's POV oOo
I got myself together, dabbed the little sweat off of my top lip and walked back to the group of people. Elijah took Kat to dance and I was left uncomfortably sitting with Damon. I saw him. I avoided him like the plague. He was a mere pawn in a game, yet and still, he allowed Kol to utilize him on the wrong damn side. He can smell as good as he wants, I'm not impressed. Slowly, he gets up and walks around, pretending to mingle and grab another drink. He struts around like he owns the ground. I'm not a fan of his below the surface cockiness. He likes to cover it up with his quiet bravado, but I sense it. I feel his testosterone, and his libido. His whole appeal exudes sex. He's a man with a goal in mind, to make women believe he is a gift, or a God send. When really, he could use a woman to knock him down a few pegs, let him know that relationships are far more complicated than just good sex. Not that I'm assuming his sex is good, although, if I'm being honest, he looks like he likes to eat pussy. He has those lips, of a man who takes his time and eats, good, pussy. I don't even remember what that feels like. Fuck. My husband is a selfish lover. Now I'm pissed about Kol again. I'm just going to keep standing with my back to him, so he can stop trying to read my mind.
She stood looking down at the dance floor with her back to him, gifting him with the vision of her naked back. And he watched it, and her as she stood there.
oOo Damon's POV oOo
I followed the outline of her body with my eyes. She is sculpted like a constellation. I've never seen a woman, with a neck and back like hers. One of the sexiest things on a woman, is the arch in her back. She has an arch the makes me want to follow her spine with my tongue. The lining of her spinal cord, there is something sexy about that too. She has this small tattoo on the right side of her ribcage. I can't make it out. Looks like it may be Hebrew. When you dissect a woman visually, it's important to take an all of the aspect about her that the average man wouldn't notice. The things that truly make her beautiful. Not just her breast or her ass. The alignment of a woman's body will tell a man a lot about how she'll move when you make love to her. Whether she arches a lot, whether she's flexible, likes to be on top, on bottom, or even if she likes to use her arms and legs. When I look at her, I can tell, Bonnie loves to use her legs, and arch her back. Just as much as I love to stare at the very visual she is giving me, I'm all about the cat and mouse play. I'm ready to start chasing. Let the game begin.
...
"You going to act like I don't exist?" He asked.
She ignored him.
"Well, I guess it's easier that way. The second you acknowledge me; you acknowledge that your marriage is over. You acknowledge the ugly truth of what happened that night, the second you acknowledge that I'm real in your world." She stays quiet and shakes her head, disapprovingly. He realizes he's not winning her over. He gets up and walks to her. "You know… we weren't properly introduced." He leans sideways onto the shortened wall facing her as her body faces forward and she looks down.
"I know, what I need to know about you." She just stares out and doesn't look at him. Her body language spoke volumes of what she thought about him.
"You don't know anything about me. And I know I shouldn't care, but I do, for some reason." He moves his body closer to hers.
"You are right." She said turning to look at him. "You shouldn't care." She then turns away from him and walks downstairs to Kat and Elijah, walking away from him like he was shit on her shoe. She kept it moving.
It got under his skin that she totally dismissed him, but he respected it. It turned him on just the same.
"Bonnie, baby glad your back. I would like you to meet someone. Come with me. He is at the bar awaiting you." Damon heard Elijah say from the VIP area.
Bonnie looked to Kat, who had to agree with everything Elijah said, at least in public. She was almost positive they disagreed a lot behind closed door. They seemed to be the couple who loved playful makeup sex. Maybe not so playful. She nodded her head and smiled.
"Sure, I guess it can't hurt to meet someone."
Elijah excused Kat to go back up and wait for him. When she walked up the stairs she looked to Damon and tried to get him to stand up and stop Elijah. Damon didn't disrupt Elijah's ministrations, in front of Kat. So he waited until Elijah's attention was on Enzo and Bonnie. Bonnie looked up at Damon, and he watched her. He wanted to stop Elijah, but he didn't. He then thought he might try to ignore Bonnie, like he would any other woman. But she wasn't any other woman.
...
"So, this couldn't be more awkward, could it?" He asked making her smile right away.
"Yea, I'm sorry, my best friend decided I needed to enhance my life, tonight. With this experience." She hesitantly spoke and giggled.
"Yeah, well, lucky for me... That, you look like you." He was tall dark, and sexy. She couldn't deny he had this ruggedness about him that intrigued her. But she had never been with another man besides her husband, and everything was too much at once.
"Listen, I didn't come here to commit to this, or anything. But I agreed to one night of fun. So I'm sorry if it disappoints you in any way."
"No, on the contraire love. I'm a bloody mess coming out of a relationship, so. We can be two rookies having fun. No commitments. Just fun."
"Agreed." The shook hands. "I'm Bonnie by the way."
"Lorenzo."
"Lorenzo, what are you? I'm guessing English, but your name is French or Italian."
"Luck of the draw. You're a smart woman. I am French-Italian, but born and raised in England. Hints the accent."
"Yea. I sensed it. My husband is Irish-Italian. Born and raised in England."
"Husband?" He asked raising his brow. "Drink for the lady?" He looked to her.
"Sure. I'll take a bartender's choice. And... Yes. I'm married, and I'm a naughty wife, just here for a night of fun." Once their eyes met she saw his disappointment, but he was still intrigued. They sat near at the bar and his leg brisked hers, and she felt herself tingle. She looked at his leg then back up to him.
"Wow. Well. In that case, I should probably indulge your imagination and make it worth your while. He stands up and walks to her exposed ear. The small ear with a diamond earring in it, and with his incredibly deep and sexy voice, he whispers. "Drink up, so I can get you shit faced, bad wifey." And for some reason what he said made her laugh incredibly hard. He enjoyed making her smile.
"So long as you don't expect me to fuck you at the end of the night, Lorenzo." The bartender brought her a drink, and a round of shots, as requested by Lorenzo. She looked at the shots and grabbed one right after him and they took them.
"I expect nothing, but some laughter and possibly a little, dirty dancing." He took her by the hand and lead her to the dance floor as she grabbed her drink. "By the way, you can call me Enzo." They hit it off and before the blink of an eye, he was dancing behind her and saying whatever in her ear, making her laugh and giggle. They were surely flirting, and not like two people who had just met less than ten minutes ago.
On the other hand, Kat was upstairs, watching her best friend be a bad bitch, and quickly grab the full attention of Enzo. She hadn't seen Bonnie this way since college. Bonnie was magnetic, and Kol was stripping her of that. She watched her and she almost forgot she brought Bonnie for Damon, because she and Enzo were hitting it off so well.
"Damon, I brought her for you. You are an idiot for letting her leave."
"She's crazy Kat. She has control issues, and I'm not a fan of women who feel the need to challenge a man every time she opens her mouth." He was lying. He wanted the challenge. He wanted her. But his ego was bigger than his desire at times, but it wasn't even that this time. This time it was fear of rejection. Bonnie had him questioning his confidence in himself.
"Hmm. The Damon Salvatore I know, never turned down a challenge. A real challenge." She said speaking to Damon but looking at Andie who was wondering aimlessly just because Damon told her too.
"It's too late, Elijah already spoke to Enzo." He said as if none of it mattered to him.
"Who cares, Damon. Let me tell you. I know my friend. She may be a controlling bitch, but she desperately needs someone to take control of her. Someone to take care of her. Someone to be what she needs. Someone she is willing to submit to. I know you two are compatible Damon. Trust me. I brought her here for you." Kat said angrily. "Don't let her get far with Enzo. I mean no offense, you're attractive, but so is he and he's got that Accent thing going for him. She already married a foreign man. Don't let her conform to her old habits."
"Your boyfriend's foreign."
"Oh shut up. We are talking about Bonnie."
"There is no way, I could ever be compatible, with a woman who wears a wedding ring another man gave her."
"What? No, she didn't have it on. I told her to take it off."
"Well, I can't invest in a woman with baggage. My time is too valuable." His voice developed an irk about it. He had never let a woman get to him like this. Let alone a woman he had never even had a chance to touch or know. She was already proving to be hard work.
Kat stood up and looked down at Bonnie and Enzo. "Be careful Damon, we always regret letting the one get away. Especially if it was our ego that stopped us from trying to at least see if it's worth a fight. They seem to be really hitting it off."
"Good for them." He says grabbing and pouring another bourbon. He walked back over to Katherine and stood by the small wall overlooking the dance floor, with his elbows slightly putting his weighted pressure on the wall so he could observe the scene as it unfolded. He looked down to the first floor from the second floor and could no longer spot her by the bar. His eyes wondered until he found her. Trapped in the middle of the dance floor, with Enzo arms around her waist. As he whispered into her ear. She laughed, and smiled and he was struck with a feeling he'd never had before, while watching her. Jealousy. How did Enzo get that out of her and all he could get were eye rolls and smart ass comments? He had never had jealousy issues with a woman who didn't belong to him. Let alone a woman with such disdain for his existence.
He sipped his drink and his glare down on her was intense. Kat decided to say one more thing before Elijah came back upstairs.
"Believe me when I say, if you let her get away, you will regret it. It's takes a special kind of man to get to the heart of a woman like her. But once you get past the hot lava to her core she's that rare red diamond, Damon. The jewel that can only be found on the deepest, darkest, and most intense, journeys. A beauty worth exploring, then holding on to. She'll put you out of the game for good."
"Pft." He thought. He had yet to meet a woman worth slowing down for.
Kat was a rare one for opening up and getting sensitive. So to hear her talk about Bonnie in such a way, made Damon believe what he already knew to be true. He looked at her with Enzo, and the urge to choke her went through his mind. He envisioned his hands around her throat. He wanted to pull her hair, and ram into her from behind staring at the arch in her back, to punish her for enjoying Enzo's company. He was too intense for her. He was too intense for himself sometimes. He had to leave, he needed to go home and punish someone. With Bonnie's face in mind. Just then Andie walked back upstairs.
"Sugar. I've had too much to drink. Take my keys and drive me home."
"Yes My Mister." Andie said too eagerly. He kept watching Bonnie and she was thoroughly enjoying Enzo. He saw Enzo's hands caress the very skin of her nude back, and the shoulders. His hand clenched. He began walking down the stairs slowly, as Andie walked behind him.
They walked out of the club without so much as a notice from Bonnie. As the valet got his car, he looked at her and said, "Tonight your name is Bonnie. Okay?"
"Yes Mister."
"Tonight, you will call me, Daddy! Okay Bonnie?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Hurry, let's go, you're in need of severe punishment, bad little Bonnie." She opened his door for him and let him in before she went to the driver's seat and drove him back to the hotel. He didn't let her go to his place. He never let her go to his place. No woman, ever went to his place.
"Yes, Daddy." His deep, penetrative gaze out into the black sky was enough to make a woman shiver with both fear and anticipation.
Andie was just excited to experience his interest in her. She didn't care how, as long as she got it. Even if it was at Bonnie's expense.
A/N I have already written a good number of chapters for this story they all just need editing and revising. So if there are any requests please make them in reviews or PM and I'll see if I can make adjustments in story.
Bonnie and Kat use a lot of profanity in this story. It plays a part of Bonnie and Damon's storyline. Damon is slightly intimidated by Bonnie, but he likes the challenge of it.
Also it's a Bamon story. But if you'd like some 'slight' Bonenzo let me know.
This story will deal with high levels of sexual discussions and/or acts, throughout. Foul language, and (possibly) sexually explicit acts. Please do not read this tory if this offends you.
And Kol is in the story for a while, so there will be a little Kennett, he's not going to make things easy on Bonnie. Also this story will have hefty Kalijah, because they are Bonnie and Damon's best friends. I've never written for them before, and I kinda like them a lot.
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